King Louie Take Em To Church Lyrics
Take Em To Church by King Louie
[Verse 1]
I'mma take em to church
Bitches see me, they flirt
They just come out their shirts
Nigga fuck with me, get murked
Feed him bullets on his turf
Now his face on a shirt
I am a god on earth
I'mma take em to church
I'mma give em the blues
I spend thousands on shoes
Stupid bands on tattoos
Tony going cashews
I got your bitch on cruise
That mean her pussy wet
Bitch your nigga ain't shit
He's a fucking reject
He's a fucking M7
I be preaching, no reverend
Since I'm living in hell
I know I'm going to heaven
I'mma be someone's dog
I be balling on costs
Fuck shit up with my dogs
We might not see tomorrow
Every day's money Monday
I'm a god, call me Sunday
I'mma take em to church
I'mma take em to church
Fuck niggas don't get G passes
Fuck with us, we give repasses
We gon' send em to church
We gon' send em to church
We got 40s with beams
I know killers with dreams
I know killers that's tellers
I [?] run for my bailers
Mubu gang we [?]
We got fuck niggas jealous
There's nothing they can tell us
I be fly, no propellers
Shout out four [?] Ellis
Shout out four 'nem, out west
I know you think that's your bitch
But I think her head the best
She know Tony the god
I let her be my goddess
I'mma take her to church
I'mma take her to church
With that fake shit it hurt
We got it from the dirt
Pull up with that desert
Then take your dessert
My car fast, getting that skkrt
When she come up it squirt
And I call it a shootout
You ain't hot I put you out
You ain't going, put you out
What's that you smoking? Put it out
You thought [?] lil bitch, get out
If you scared, go to church
Take em to church, they say Tony the bible
I'mma pray for my rivals, I'mma take em to church
I'mma take em to church
Bitches see me, they flirt
They just come out their shirts
Nigga fuck with me, get murked
Feed him bullets on his turf
Now his face on a shirt
I am a god on earth
I'mma take em to church
I'mma give em the blues
I spend thousands on shoes
Stupid bands on tattoos
Tony going cashews
I got your bitch on cruise
That mean her pussy wet
Bitch your nigga ain't shit
He's a fucking reject
He's a fucking M7
I be preaching, no reverend
Since I'm living in hell
I know I'm going to heaven
I'mma be someone's dog
I be balling on costs
Fuck shit up with my dogs
We might not see tomorrow
Every day's money Monday
I'm a god, call me Sunday
I'mma take em to church
I'mma take em to church
Fuck niggas don't get G passes
Fuck with us, we give repasses
We gon' send em to church
We gon' send em to church
We got 40s with beams
I know killers with dreams
I know killers that's tellers
I [?] run for my bailers
Mubu gang we [?]
We got fuck niggas jealous
There's nothing they can tell us
I be fly, no propellers
Shout out four [?] Ellis
Shout out four 'nem, out west
I know you think that's your bitch
But I think her head the best
She know Tony the god
I let her be my goddess
I'mma take her to church
I'mma take her to church
With that fake shit it hurt
We got it from the dirt
Pull up with that desert
Then take your dessert
My car fast, getting that skkrt
When she come up it squirt
And I call it a shootout
You ain't hot I put you out
You ain't going, put you out
What's that you smoking? Put it out
You thought [?] lil bitch, get out
If you scared, go to church
Take em to church, they say Tony the bible
I'mma pray for my rivals, I'mma take em to church